You were 12 years old and supposedly ‘only out at a friend’s house’ which was usually true, except that one time you rode 5 miles away to a place you never had been before and explored a house under construction. You climbed up half-finished stairs, jumped on piles of wood, over foundation holes full of loose nails and screws. You took wood scraps and built a little fort in the woods from stuff you took from whatever wasn’t nailed down at your house.

“Children are like rats – they scamper around and get into everything.”